Underneath the willow's shade,
Where whispered breezes mourn and fade,
There lies a peaceful, silent glade,
Where once the laughter brightly played.
The willow weeps in tender grief,
Its tears are dropping leaf by leaf,
Beside the stone—a stark relief—
It guards a soul, time's solemn thief.
In hushed repose, below, you lie,
While willow branches sing and sigh,
Remembrance in each passerby,
Beneath the solemn, sapphire sky.
The final voyage calls your name,
A journey all must take alone,
No treasures and no fame,
But love into the unknown.
We gather here to say goodbye,
Our hearts are heavy, kindred moan,
You sail where seagulls cry,
On this last voyage home.
And as the horizon claims your light,
In memories, forever blown,
You find the starry night,
In the heavens, your spirit roams.
An eternal garden waits in still,
Where time no longer has its will,
All pain and sorrow gently cease,
Surrendered to the silent peace.
Each rose blooms with your essence pure,
Their fragrances your love assure,
In colors vivid, life's masterpiece,
Your spirit dances, soft release.
The garden's beauty, quiet, deep,
Where angels' grace does gently sweep,
In this sacred, hallowed space,
Rest now in eternal grace.
Within my heart, your song shall beat,
A symphony both sour and sweet,
Its melody shall ne'er be gone,
In every echo, you live on.
Though you've danced to the final bar,
Your harmony felt near and far,
Rest assured, your tune does carry long,
In every tear, the echo of your song.
A life's chorus that fills the night,
Now you're bathed in celestial light,
In the quiet, your music strong,
Your love lives on, the echo of your song.
A golden heart stopped beating,
But love is each day repeating,
A lifeline that won't desist,
In the mists of time it's kissed.
Gentle whispers through the trees,
Messages in the soft breeze,
Tell us of the peace you've found,
In a world where grace abounds.
Hands that once held tight to ours,
Now bloom among the stars,
Leaving warmth in their caress,
A golden heart at rest.